Butte semi-weekly miner. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1886-1890, 1887-01-29

peusence q oaambo b q the ugly prophet
With him; then he know'd tn were sump-
In up and he said to hisself, be'gosh th't it
stood him in hand TO keep his weather eye
skinned.
-:Nocky,' said the king, I hear yer tol'able
sweet on my darter Rippy-rap-Ketin Nice
gal, Rippy Isl said he
aNocky said he thort a heap O. the gal, an
hoped his majesty didn't hev no 'bjection.
"'Ye kim lev her, Nocky-dop,' said Slam
bo-gash, 'pervidin' ye slip out some evenin'
an fetch me in the skin of a white deer, killed
by yerself. I'm q pinin' fur a white deer
skim
1.-THE king grinncd q KNOWN grin; tho
prophet smiled a wicked smile. Nocky-dop
turned from the color of a copper cent to the
color of q tin coffee pot.
"'Thuz a big bluff in this somewhat thort
he, but III do anything to git Rippy-rap.'
aim yer huckleberry,' said he to the king.
But tn haint no ammunition round these
woods ell knock a white deer over
"'Id like to bet ye my scalp agin youfn
th't tn is said the wicked prophet.
"'Perjuce it, then,' said Nocky-aop, draw
in hisself up a foot higher, am III lay the
white deer skin down here afore l pick my
teeth arter supper tonight
1.-THE prophet draw'd an arrer out'n his
sleeve. It had a silver head.
"'Thar's an arrer,' said he, 'ez'n find the
heart O. any white deer IN lay him low
9TH ram no more said. Nocky took the
arrer an dug out fur a big pond th't laid of
in the mountains. He jumped in his canoe
and padded over to whar he know'd q white
deer giner'ly waded in lords night to eat an
drink. AFTER he had gone, the wicked
prophet said to the king:
"'Slambo,' said he, come long O. me. I
know whar the young varmint is goin'. Wen
hide, an wen he shoots the white deer, we'll
inj'y the wagon load O. misty thatll tumble
arter him.
$50 Slambo an the prophet sneaked over
m laid low long the pond. Nocky drifted
about in his canoe, an by an by a big white
deer skipped out'n the woods am waded inter
the pond. Nocky strung his bow, an, takin'
aim at the deer, let the silver arrer fly. The
deer gave a yell that filed the woods, an
tumbled over dead.
"Then Nocky-f1op found hit he couldn't
a muscle. He sat thar in the canoe like
astone monument till he vent crazy ez q loon,
an then he died. The people missed the king
an the prophet an Nockflop, am arter two
or three days went out to look fer 'em. They
found Nocky in his canoe deader'n q salt
mack'ral. Then they 'skivered the dead white
deer. That 'splained the fate o. Nocky.
Lookin' a leetle furder in tho woods they
found the king, dead, with a hole in his
heart. Right ahind him lay the wicked
prophet, an in his heart was the arrer with
the silver head, stickin' straight in the air.
Nocky had shot the arrer clean through the
deer. The king an the prophet wal right in
range, an the arrer slid through Slambo, AM
lodged in the prophets black heart. Wen
Rippy-rap-Ketinko heerd O the fate O. her
lover she throw'd herself in the lake. They
got her out, rolled her On bar'ls, an tried
ev'ry witch way to fetch her to, but 'twan't
no kind O. use. The jig were up. In less'n a
year tn want enough scalps left in that noble
tribe to pay even a squaw fur trouble O goin'
an takin' 'em. That pond has been called
White Deer pond ever sence, Peleg, an I hope,
ez ye run over to the grocery arter my t.
hacker, th't yell be able to pick a moral
out'n the story I ben tellin' We. Tell the
storekeeper th'tu I drop in ez l go by an
hand him the five cents fur the t'backer,
sonny, an femme see if ye kin git it ez quick
ez + usety get t'backer fur my dear Of gram
pop wen I war a boy."-Ed Mott in New
York Sun.